Sugar Rush

As I write this, we are marking the start of eight days of sugary insanity in our household. Two children’s birthdays with Valentine’s Day in the middle always makes for a week-long sugar rush the likes of which is unparalleled for the rest of the year.

This year, the madness is compounded by Daddy coming home from an overseas trip in the middle of the crazy week, and, of course, he isn’t allowed in the door without treats to make up for his absence. For sure we’ll be set until Easter.

The truth is, living in Worthington, the sugary lunacy begins the third weekend in September with the annual Turkey Day Parade. The candy which is thrown along the parade route by kindly participants fills a bowl which keeps our sweet-teeth going for months. Throw Halloween in there, and Christmas, and Valentine’s Day and Easter, and we need never shop for candy again.

But, of course, we will and we do.

This year, however, I have vowed to draw the line. Just because candy is on sale doesn’t mean I have to buy it! Just because those giant red heart-shaped boxes accost me every time I enter a store doesn’t mean I have to succumb. Easter items will replace the red Valentine things next Wednesday, but that doesn’t mean I have to indulge. In fact, instead of candy for Easter…how about stocking up on fish? That always goes on sale for the season, too. Even though I’m not Catholic, I can appreciate Fish Fridays.

Not sure how cute they’ll look in the kid’s Easter baskets, but hey, in the name of good teeth and less fat, why not? The kids won’t mind. Much.

Okay, what about some Swedish Fish?

Oh, who am I kidding? What is Easter without candy? (Theology aside, of course!) And as for Valentine’s Day, despite the fact that saccharine (or sexual) greetings threaten to replace the real meaning of the holiday, we can still strive to tell those we love how much they mean to us.

Because that is a truth that should never be lost in the sugar rush of velvet boxes and lacey doilies.

Though, I gotta be honest, I’ll never look down on a dozen long-stemmed roses hand delivered by the man I love.

Cough, cough.

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

4 Responses

  1. Ahem. Homemade cheesecake in the fridge right now from the son’s birthday yesterday. I totally understand where you’re coming from on this February sugar rush, Gretchen.

    And I seem to be having a coughing fit, too.

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